Thank you for the memories, the parades, the joy, and the pain.
You and I will probably never meet, I doubt you’ll ever even read this letter, but you have been a part of my life for so long, it’s hard to imagine going through a football season without you.
I was 14 years old when you were drafted and 15 when you took the starting job away from Drew Bledsoe. I’ll be honest with you when I say I wasn’t happy at the time, Drew was my guy, but twenty years later I couldn’t imagine the Patriots without #12.
I also find it fitting that you joined the Patriots when I was 14, and you are leaving the Patriots when my oldest daughter is 14, it’s almost like the circle of life is complete. As a Patriots fan I knew that this day would come eventually, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
I wish I could tell you that I will follow you wherever you go but I can’t. I will forever be a Patriots fan, but I do wish you the best of luck. Thank you for the memories, the parades, the joy, and the pain. Throughout this crazy world and no matter what was happening I could always turn to football, and because of this, turn to you.
You embraced the Patriots way, you set the culture. It was you who preached team first, and that’s why I feel comfortable saying thank you for everything, and then turning to the next man up. That’s the Patriots Way, and I’m sure you of all people would understand that.
Your Boy Ray